Erictetus, freed slave

Turned stote thinker

Expelled from Rome

For seeking virtue and wisodm

In Nature, the city of the gods

He found his destiny

In simplicity and dignity

What do I care about you, when all must die

What does your face mean to me, when

All my eyes can seize, must die

What is your warmth to me, it will not last

What about your hair, can it do

What the atoms will, last

What is the music, a drug forever falling

What do you care about words, as you do

What the bombs keep doing, fall

What do I think of you, Amor, when all must die

What are you smiling winds to me, when

All their beauty and grace must die